[ It is easy to lean into him once more, to allow herself to use his strength as her own, to let her own fragile form offer the same in return. The losses are hard, a painful thing that she knows will never disappear, but it is manageable. If she has people such as Astarion to lean on, she can find the strength to keep the happiness inside her but allow the grief to fade. ]

I have never tried to take photographs. I do not understand how it works, really.

[ Settling into the armchair, tucking her legs under herself and leaning forward to watch him, she nods. ]

You know I was alone before I came here. I did not think losing someone could hurt like this... But I am glad that I met them, all the same. I will remember them, and perhaps that is enough?